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“As soon as we get back to the clubhouse, I’m going to make you scream for me.”

“Promise?” I turn and back my ass into his crotch.

“Might not even make it back.” His low, rumbly tone sends tendrils of desire straight to my pussy. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted him, which I didn’t think was possible. It is. The more we learn about each other sexually, the deeper and more intimate our relationship gets. And it’s not just the sex. We talk for hours, discovering new layers of each other. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of learning about all the hidden facets of my man. He’s an enigma wrapped up in a hotter-than-sin package.

“The house is yours,” the agent calls from inside the bedroom. She’s wise enough not to enter the bathroom. She probably saw Nitro pawing at me earlier. “You’ll get the keys in a couple of days after the title is transferred. I’ll leave my card on the kitchen countertop. If you ever need anything, please call.”

“Thank you,” Nitro yells back.

“Bye,” I holler.

“Now, where were we?” Nitro pins me to the shower wall. “Oh, right. We’re breaking in the shower for the first time.”

I laugh until his mouth finds a tingly spot along my collarbone. Then all I can do is not melt through the floor as he takes me to a whole new level of ecstasy. One I didn’t even know existed.

Chapter 28: Nitro

We get the keys to the house the same day Matrix is discharged from the hospital. As excited as we are to start moving in, I’ve got to check on my brother before I go. Despite the tough love I tried to give him while he was in that place, I’m worried about him. Seeing him so fucked up and shattered scared the crap out of me. The last time I saw him in that state, we were still prisoners in Blackstone’s dungeon.

I talked to Doc about Matrix. He’s going to check in with my brother every few days, just in case. Doc could put Matrix on an involuntary psychiatric hold if he seems like he’ll be a danger to himself or someone else. I can’t see him being dangerous to anyone other than Blackstone. Matrix isn’t a killer, not like the rest of us. He’s too in his head all the time. Except for when he’s gone, floating off in some dissociative fugue state. When he gets that way, that is when I get really concerned.

“Tell me again why we’re shoving all your clothes into black trash bags,” Holly says. She’s standing in the middle of my bedroom at the clubhouse, surveying the mess I’ve been making.

“I didn’t want to waste time while you and Nina took off to get the keys. I thought Matrix would be home earlier, so I wanted to pack quickly so I could spend some time with him.”

“He’s been home for an hour.”

“What?” I glance toward the door.

“You were blasting some hair metal band when I got home. No wonder you didn’t hear him get here.”

“Shit.”

“Go.” She grins before grabbing my sleeve. “Kiss first.”

“Always.” I brush my lips across hers before going back for more. Kissing my woman never gets old. She’s always got some new angle or technique she wants to try out. I’m happy to be her favorite new sex toy.

When we cleared out her old house earlier, she tossed her vibrators in the trash. She wants all new ones. The pair she threw out reminded her of her ex, which completely grossed her out. It made me a little queasy too, so I’m glad she chucked them. I’m sure Julia can give her the name of that website Julia likes. Hopefully Holly’s not into weird, alien green dick tentacle monsters like Julia. Women are so fucking weird sometimes.

I find Matrix in his office. He’s got his usual color back. The blood transfusions helped him recover from everything he lost. Tucker did his best to clean up the aftermath of Matrix’s cutting fiasco. However, the carpet was a total loss. We ended up ripping it out and putting in a wood floor instead. If he hates it, we can throw carpet over it.

“How’s your first hour back going?” I ask, leaning against the door jamb.

“Hey! Get in here. Close the door behind you.”

“I hope you don’t mind the redecorating we did.” I stomp my boot against the floor.

“Thanks, man. It’s good.” He returns his attention to his computer.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” Still clicking away furiously, a frown begins to form.

“What’s up?” I ask, circling around his desk to look at the screen.

“Did you see anyone in here while I was gone, other than the guys?”

“Tucker was in here, but he’s cool. Why?”

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